All Chapters of MY WILD OBSESSION : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE~ AMELIA When we arrive and the car pulls up in front of the penthouse, I hear Hardin groan quietly beside me, his hand instinctively pressing against his side. I immediately turn to him. “You should have sent your security to bring me home instead of risking this.” He exhales through his nose, trying to act unaffected despite the pain written all over his face. “I promised I would come get you myself, remember?” he says softly. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” He opens the door before the guards can reach him, but one of the security men quickly rushes to my side and pulls my door open. Hardin stretches his hand toward me immediately. I take it carefully. The warmth of his palm against mine calms me a little as we walk toward the penthouse entrance together. Valentina follows quietly behind us while two guards remain outside. I almost ask about Ivy, but something about the heaviness in the air stops me. The moment we step inside,

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY THREE~ AMELIA His father’s head snaps toward me immediately. “Unborn child?” he asks, genuine shock crossing his face. “Amelia is pregnant?” Before I can answer, Valentina cuts in excitedly despite everything happening around us. “Yes, she is,” she says proudly, almost smiling through the chaos. “I’m going to be a grandmother.” I glance toward Ivy briefly. Her face twists painfully, tears still streaming down her cheeks as she clutches her stomach tighter. Then something unexpected happens. Hardin’s father leans back slowly into the couch and studies his son for a long moment. The anger on his face doesn’t disappear completely, but it changes into something else. Something calmer. “I knew a day like this would come,” he finally says. All eyes turn to him. He lets out a deep exhale before speaking again. “Especially after I found out you used my own resources to save those trafficked girls from a deadly organization, and

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE~ AMELIA Two Months LaterThe wedding hall is not overly grand or crowded, but it is beautiful in a way that feels warm and intimate. Soft golden lights hang from the ceiling, flowers line the aisle, and quiet music fills the atmosphere while the people closest to us laugh and mingle around the room.This wedding feels nothing like the first one.I stand in front of Hardin, my fingers locked with his while his thumb gently rubs against my skin. His dark eyes hold mine so intensely that for a second it feels like everyone else disappears.He leans closer and nudges my nose with his.I giggle softly, and surprisingly, he giggles too. The sound still feels rare coming from him.“You’re staring again,” he murmurs low enough for only me to hear.“Because my husband is unfairly handsome,” I whisper back.His lips twitch into that dangerous smile that still makes my stomach flip after everything we’ve been through. Around us, our families and c

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN~ AMELIAWhen the car finally stops, Hardin quickly steps out first despite the fact that he’s still recovering.“Slow down,” I complain immediately as he comes around to open my door.“I’m perfectly fine,” he lies smoothly.I laugh softly before stepping out of the car and pecking his lips.He groans dramatically against my mouth. “That’s all I get after buying surprises?”“Behave yourself.” That’s when I notice two men already waiting nearby.One of them is Hardin’s family attorney.The other looks like some kind of property manager. Both immediately lower their heads respectfully.“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Massimo.”Mrs. Massimo? I still love hearing that.Hardin’s hand settles firmly on my waist as we walk toward the mansion together.The closer we get, the more unreal it looks because the entire house is completely breathtaking. Tall glass walls reflect the evening sunlight, showcasing a modern architecture mixed with warm luxury, while

~CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY NINE~ HARDINIt’s finally the day of our interview.Amelia and I sit side by side while cameras flash nonstop around us and reporters fill the elegant studio space with noise and movement. The atmosphere is polished and luxurious, but underneath it all I can still feel the tension of months that refused to let us breathe properly.Between family drama, elections, recovery, business restructuring, and rebuilding our lives together, we honestly haven’t had real rest.Which is why I ended up agreeing with Amelia about postponing our vacation till everything settled down first.When we finally leave for that trip, I want us free.Just my wife and I living like a normal married couple for once.Amelia suddenly turns toward me in her chair, her heels brushing lightly against mine beneath the table. “Babe, are you okay?” she asks softly.I lean closer so only she can hear me over the noise around us. “I’ll feel much better when you give me some coochie.